Blood Money Excerpt – Dinner

Blood Money (Dinero de Sangre Book 1)

Blurb:

In this twisted dark cartel romance, revenge and hate collide with the past…

Ten years after a devastating betrayal, revenge has come back to bite Ada Pavalos.

Literally.

Once her family’s trusted bodyguard, Domino Valenciaga is out for blood.

Or her heart.

Whichever goal takes more violence to achieve…

Excerpt – Dinner

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“You should eat.” He picks up a fork and stabs at a piece of meat. Then he palms a knife and slowly severs it into pieces. 

I swallow hard, flicking my gaze toward the selection of silverware lying beside my place setting. I wasn’t given a knife, just a fork and spoon. 

“Miguel is a damn good cook who excels at preparing both impeccable entrees as well as corrupt politicians,” Domino adds. “Don’t hold one experience against him. Eat.” 

“You make a joke out of it?” I croak hoarsely. “Cooking my father like some fucking animal?”

He inclines his head and samples a bite of meat. “You and I both know that he’s done far worse to far more people, Ada-Maria.” 

Do I know that?

“N-No,” I insist, pushing back from the table. “He could be ruthless, but even he wasn’t that cruel—”

“Did he whip you?” 

His tone startles me more than the question itself. I would never expect that low, gruff note. Like he cares. Does he?

No, I decide, looking at him. He merely wants another way to get inside my head. 

You did,” I point out.

“Yes.” He stabs at a green vegetable and brings it to his mouth. “I did. Which reminds me…” He pushes back from the table as well and motions with his hand. “Stand up.” 

My first impulse is to immediately sink into my chair. 

His eyes take on that hard gleam again. He isn’t asking. “I said stand up—”

I nearly knock over my chair in my haste to comply. When I do, he jerks his chin and I step back from the table. 

“Turn around.” 

My cheeks flame as I spin. When his low growl catches my ears, I go rigid. 

“Goddamn,” he rasps. 

I don’t know why I look. Something well beyond fear compels me to. When I glance over my shoulder, I find him stroking his jaw, his eyes on my sore, rent skin. Only by watching him do I catch his lips move and make sense of the rough grumble of syllables to leave his mouth next. “So fucking beautiful…” 

Beautiful. Only a monster would find beauty in blood and pain. Whatever drug he gave me has long since worn off. I can feel every stinging, burning inch and it hurts. But when I delve into that pain, my wounds don’t seem to be the source of it. Just a selfish, vain realization. 

He finds me beautiful only like this, bloodied and broken. 

But he fucked Alexi with her perfect flawless skin. He didn’t have to whip her. 

“I always knew there was something wrong with you.” The words are flying off my tongue and it’s too late to choke them back. I blame the wine. 

From his amused glance, I assume he does as well. 

“You did, did you?” He returns to the table and pours himself a serving of wine. Then he reaches for my glass and fills it as well. “Is that what you were thinking every time you pranced before me in one of those tight ass little skirts? That I was wrong for you?” 

I grit my teeth. “I could have anyone in Terra Rodea,” I snap. 

He nods and takes a slow sip of wine. “Anyone but me.” 

He’s right. 

I think of him again with Alexi. Fucking that bitch. 

Impulsively, I stagger to the table, snatching my glass of wine. I start to bring it to my mouth but sometime during the motion I pivot and hurl it against the wall instead. 

It shatters and liquid goes flying, staining the white wall like blood. 

“You’ll wish you hadn’t done that,” Domino warns. 

Pride is a strong enough barrier against the fear. “If I wanted you, I could have had you,” I tell him. “You think you’re better than any other sycophant to circle around my father like a vulture? You’re all the same, with the same greedy cock and the same taste for a tiny waist and big tits. In fact, you were never worth my time—”

I don’t even see him move. 

My chin is in his grasp before I know it, wrenched back until I have no choice but to meet his gaze. 

“And if I wanted you, I would have had you dripping wet any time of day and anywhere, wouldn’t I, Ada-Maria? God, you couldn’t hide it even if you tried. I only had to snap my fingers and you’d suck my cock in a heartbeat, wouldn’t you? Even in the bath…” 

He trails off, but my brain picks up the sordid taunt for him. When he touched me then, I reacted the exact opposite way a woman should respond to her captor. With greedy need, like a shameless whore. 

Stab. I want to stab him with the syringe, injecting every ounce of Ativan. God, I want to. My fingers twitch with the desire and I inch toward the door, considering running to my room and grabbing it now. Seizing my chance. 

Wait. It takes effort to choke down the rage and find the tendril of logic lurking beneath. I can’t be stupid and waste my sole chance at escape. A better route would be to milk him for whatever I can and lure him into relaxing his guard. 

“You were always so transparent, Ada-Maria,” Domino taunts, drawing my notice again. I wonder if he’s been speaking to me all this time. “So desperate. So fucking pathetic—”

“Then what do you want with me, then?” I try not to let the pain in my voice show. 

I fail. 

Regardless, I turn to him, meeting those cold green eyes once more. 

“Why kill my father but take me?” 

“Why?” He laughs and snags my chin again. Using it as an anchor, he drags me toward him, bringing our faces within an inch of each other’s. “I want something from you, Ada-Maria…”

In this twisted dark cartel romance, revenge and hate collide with the past…

Ten years after a devastating betrayal, revenge has come back to bite Ada Pavalos.

Literally.

Once her family’s trusted bodyguard, Domino Valenciaga is out for blood.

Or her heart.

Whichever goal takes more violence to achieve…

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